“What do you two say—is it agreed—shall Baetens have her?”
“O yes,” replied the others.
“Well, then,” replied the one who had stipulated for Mynheer Poots’s daughter, “now I am with you heart and soul. I loved that girl, and tried to get her,—I positively offered to marry her, but the old hunks refused me, an ensign, an officer; but now I’ll have revenge. We must not spare him.”
“No, no,” replied the others.
“Shall we go now, or wait till it is later? In an hour or more the moon will be up,—we may be seen.”
“Who is to see us? unless, indeed, some one is sent for him. The later the better, I say.”
“How long will it take us to get there? Not half an hour if we walk. Suppose we start in half an hour hence, we shall just have the moon to count the guilders by.”
“That’s all right. In the meantime, I’ll put a new flint in my lock, and have my carbine loaded. I can work in the dark.”
“You are used to it, Jan.”
“Yes, I am,—and I intend this ball to go through the old rascal’s head.”